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Pagina 226
... Fouk had na fund the Indies whare it grew . I mind mysel , its nae sae lang sinsyne , Whan auntie Marion did her stamack tyne , That Davs , our gard'ner , came frae Applebog , And gae her tea to tak by way o ' drog . SANDIE . Whan ilka ...
... Fouk had na fund the Indies whare it grew . I mind mysel , its nae sae lang sinsyne , Whan auntie Marion did her stamack tyne , That Davs , our gard'ner , came frae Applebog , And gae her tea to tak by way o ' drog . SANDIE . Whan ilka ...
Pagina 238
... same In London town as here at hame , Whare fouk of ilka age and name , Baith blind and cripple , Forgather aft , O fy for shame ! To drink and tipple . O Muse , be kind , and dinna fash us 238 The King's Birth-day in Edinburgh.
... same In London town as here at hame , Whare fouk of ilka age and name , Baith blind and cripple , Forgather aft , O fy for shame ! To drink and tipple . O Muse , be kind , and dinna fash us 238 The King's Birth-day in Edinburgh.
Pagina 245
... fouk To birle our bodles , And get wharewi ' to crack our joke , And clear our noddles . Whan Phoebus did his winnocks steek , How aften at that ingle cheek Did I my frosty fingers beek , And prie good fare ? I trow there was nae hame ...
... fouk To birle our bodles , And get wharewi ' to crack our joke , And clear our noddles . Whan Phoebus did his winnocks steek , How aften at that ingle cheek Did I my frosty fingers beek , And prie good fare ? I trow there was nae hame ...
Pagina 248
... come wi ' coat thread - bare , A feg for him she winna care , But crook her bonny mou ' fu ' sair , And scald him baith . Wooers should ay their travel spare Without Braid Claith . Braid Claith lends fouk an unco heese , Maks mony 248.
... come wi ' coat thread - bare , A feg for him she winna care , But crook her bonny mou ' fu ' sair , And scald him baith . Wooers should ay their travel spare Without Braid Claith . Braid Claith lends fouk an unco heese , Maks mony 248.
Pagina 249
With a Sketch of the Author's Life Robert Fergusson. Braid Claith lends fouk an unco heese , Maks mony kail - worms ... fouk wad hae a doubt on , I'll tak my aith , Till they cou'd see ye wi ' a suit on O ' gude Braid Claith . I i ELEGY ...
With a Sketch of the Author's Life Robert Fergusson. Braid Claith lends fouk an unco heese , Maks mony kail - worms ... fouk wad hae a doubt on , I'll tak my aith , Till they cou'd see ye wi ' a suit on O ' gude Braid Claith . I i ELEGY ...
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Pagina 116 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Pagina 250 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pagina 266 - For a' that life ahint can spare. The gowdspink, that sae lang has kend Thy happy sweets (his wonted friend), Her sad confinement ill can brook In some dark chamber's dowy nook ; Tho' Mary's hand his nebb supplies, Unkend to hunger's painfu...
Pagina 248 - He maunna care for being seen Before he sheath His body in a scabbard clean O' gude Braid Claith. For, gin he come wi...
Pagina 288 - And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's aye cradled when the grave is near. Yet thrift, industrious, bides her latest days, Tho' age her sair-dow'd front wi' runcles wave ; Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays ; Her e'enin stent reels she as weel's the lave. On some feast-day the wee things, buskit braw, Shall heeze her heart up wi...
Pagina 247 - Wi' gude Braid Claith. On Sabbath-days the barber spark, Whan he has done wi' scrapin wark, Wi' siller broachie in his sark, Gangs trigly, faith ! Or to the Meadow, or the Park, In gude Braid Claith.
Pagina 320 - On einings cauld wi' glee we'd trudge To heat our shins in Johnny's lodge; The de'il ane thought his bum to budge Wi' siller on us : To claw het pints we'd never grudge O
Pagina 243 - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling. He nor hears with pain New oysters...
Pagina 198 - When you censure the age, Be cautious and sage, Lest the courtiers offended, should be ; If you mention vice or bribe, 'Tis so pat to all the tribe, Each cries — That was levelld at me.
Pagina 313 - I'd been there, How I wad trimm'd the bill o' fare ! For ne'er sic surly wight as he Had met wi' sic respect frae me. Mind ye what Sam,' the lying loun ! Has in his Dictionar laid down ? That aits in England are a feast To cow an' horse, an' sican beast, While in Scots ground this growth was common To gust the gab o